Chapter 1
June 3, 2017
I am not a saint. I flee from all the threats of my own safety and security. Whenever I lose my temper which happens most of the time, I blurt things out that I'd either regret later or feel fulfilled because I finally let the angst out. But there are times I'd rather zip my mouth and assure myself that it is still intact. That I am still intact. I don't like giving myself away sometimes yet what I'm doing right now is the total opposite..I'm over sharing! Life is full of S*** and i hate it.
The lovely,
Zhoee
Wow! That was my last entry before I turned into one.
2018
I am Zhoee. Not the American and definitely Not the European. Just Zhoee, the Filipino zombie. I'm not the usual zombie you see on movies streamed online who chase people for their brains. I'm a zombie with a full time job and school. I work as an HR staff on weekdays and on Saturdays, I study for my masters degree in Psychology . I am planning to become a therapist someday.who knows maybe I can help someone in need.I also heard it pays well. Duhh! You could say that if I hadn't turned into a zombie, then I could have been Mr Crabs, the money addict. I know you're wondering how I turned into one but don't worry . As long as you have a lot of time to finish this book you're going to get to the bottom of it.
Monday
June 3, 2017
I was sent home after a psychiatric check-up in a private hospital. Mom was worried about me after a series of self-harm attempts .she luckily caught me on time. Pills, grandpa's gun, broken piece of glass, and even a desperate attempt of jumping out of my granny's window, which by the way ,wasn't fatal enough . it was just a few feet away. It'd probably hurt my ankle or whichever part of my body would land first.
So, I was sleeping like a baby after taking my meds. Then, one day, my mother has to run errands and I woke up left all alone in the house while staring at the bottle of drugs that my doctor prescribed to make me sleepy. I didn't plan on taking my life again but I wanted to sleep so bad and just sleep forever….
Thursday
June 6, 2017
My eyes opened. Who dared to wake the beast up? I Thought to myself. Then questions started to rain on me as I try to look around. Is this the afterlife? Is this finally hell? Why does it look so familiar? Wait…Why does it still look like my grandma's spare bedroom?
I tried to get up. I couldn't move and I saw mom was there. She has that worried look on her face . I tried to open my mouth but no words would come out. I tried again. but this time, my tongue betrayed me. I was slurring. I sounded like I was a drunk trying to tell something to a bartender who is also struggling to make out what I said because of the loud music played in the background and my slurring. my mom was the bartender listening intently on words I couldn't speak out.
It took a few hours to be able to talk normally again. After that ,My mom decided to sleep because she was waiting for me to wake up. I was left alone in the room. I can now sit up and then I tried to get up just to see if I could walk myself to the kitchen and get myself a glass of cold water. But to my disappointment, my legs were as soft as jelly. So I improvised, I slowly crawled my way out of the room, to the hallway ,and passed the other room. I was struggling a bit on how to get down the short flight of stairs. But then I heard a little girl's shriek, I looked up and saw my cousin running her way towards the kitchen where my auntie and the rest of the family are. I examined my own obscure reflection from my aunt's glass cabinet which was facing the stairs where I'm at. My hair was so frizzy that I looked like I miraculously survived a hit from a lightning bolt. Plus, I was wearing an oversized and wornout plain white t-shirt. That must have explained why my cousin dashed her way out with a scream.
I sat and had a good laugh.
After a minute or two, My scared cousin and her sister helped me out. At last, my thirst was quenched. I was already on my way back to my room but I could still hear my other cousin laughing at the younger one and me.
